Chapter 140 Youth Song 22
The monk opened his eyes and looked towards the group of men in black. Golden light was flowing in his eyes, and he looked like both a Buddha and a devil, and even more evil.

In just a moment, the group of people in black stopped their attacks. They stared at the eyes blankly, and then their expressions became extremely terrified, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

Then an extremely strange scene appeared. They all raised that gloomy and terrifying hand and pierced it into their hearts without any hesitation.

Tang Lian and the others were stunned and stared at the monk in a daze.

Then, a huge figure stood in front of the monk. It was Ming Hou.

He carried the huge golden sword on his shoulder and lowered his head to look at the monk. The two men looked straight into each other's eyes. Just one glance, and the usually expressionless Minghou's face was almost distorted in that instant, with incomparable horror revealed in his eyes.

"What the old monk was unwilling to tell you, Wuxin has already told you. The old monk has long told you that if you learn the truth about this matter, it will surely become a demon in your heart."

After Ming Hou's complexion returned to normal, the monk spoke in a calm tone, as if he had known Ming Hou for a long time.

"Master Wangyou has put in so much effort, and I am grateful for it. But knowing that it is a demon in the heart is also a demon in the heart." Minghou's voice was low and hoarse.

"One thought can make you a Buddha, one thought can make you a devil. This is the donor's calamity, so please take care of yourself." The monk sighed.

"In return, we can take you away from here." Yue Ji said on the side.

The monk's face became even more seductive: "This is my calamity, you guys go now."

Yue Ji and Ming Hou left.

Then Ling Xi met his charming gaze, smiled calmly, and greeted him: "Monk, long time no see."

Wuxin's eyes revealed nostalgia: "Female donor, it's been a long time since we last met. I didn't expect to see you again."

Seeing that the two seemed to be familiar with each other, the others stared at them cautiously and vigilantly.

"Who are you?"

Finally, Tang Lian asked this question with a serious look on his face, the blades on his fingers already showing their sharp edges.

The golden light in the monk's eyes dissipated, and he became clear and performed a Buddhist ceremony, "I have no intention."

Ling Xi's introduction was much simpler and more straightforward: "Ling Xi."

"Junior brother."

At this moment, a rough voice was heard. Everyone looked up and saw that it was also a monk wearing a gray monk robe. Unlike Wuxin's casual appearance, this man exuded a righteous aura.

The monk put his hands together and introduced himself: "I am a poor monk without any Zen."

Wu Xin saw Wu Chan and his expression became more serious, "Senior Brother."

Tian Nurui appeared at this time, stood beside Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo, and whispered: "Your contact person is here, it's him."

Xiao Se, who had been hiding in the dark, came out and stared at Ling Xi. His look made others wonder if they had a deep hatred.

At Tiannvrui's suggestion, the group got on a carriage, which could also be said to be a mobile house.

Lei Wujie took the initiative to sit outside and drive the car, while everyone else sat in the carriage.

Wu Chan looked at Xiao Se and the others, and said sternly, "By the way, Tang Lian, I received news that you were entrusted by the Nine Dragons Gate to escort the coffin. I wonder who they are?"

Tang Lian pointed at the girl in yellow clothes holding a gun and said, "This is Sikong Qianluo, the daughter of the gun fairy Sikong Changfeng."

Lei Wujie from outside poked his head in, his voice clear and youthful: "Master Wuchan, I am Lei Wujie from the Lei family of Jiangnan Pili Hall, and I am going to Xueyue City this time."

Ling Xi looked at Xiao Chuhe, intending to see what he would say.

Under Ling Xi's gaze, Xiao Se was neither hurried nor anxious, his expression unchanged, and said: "I am just the owner of a small inn, and I went to Xueyue City to do some business with that little brother from Leimen."

Ling Xi was puzzled, wondering why his silly brother didn't recognize Xiao Chuhe. He had seen him before. Could it be that he had a bad memory and forgot?
Then, everyone's eyes fell on Ling Xi. Ling Xi smiled and said calmly: "Ling Xi, go to Yuexueyue City to meet some elders."

As she spoke, she winked at Sikong Qianluo playfully with a warm smile.

I've heard Uncle Sikong mention his daughter before, but I've never seen her.

Being looked at like this by Ling Xi, Sikong Qianluo turned his head away embarrassedly.

Woo woo woo, she is so beautiful, Daddy, I met the fairy sister you mentioned.

Xiao Se snorted at her and said unhappily, "I have time to see the elders, but not my brother."

Ling Xi was not polite to Xiao Chuhe and rolled her eyes. "For so many years, I never knew where you were. Where could I find you?"

This was not a lie. She had indeed never deliberately looked for Xiao Chuhe. It was enough for her to know that his life was not in danger.

The conversation between the two surprised Tang Jian and his companions.

Sikong Qianluo exclaimed, his eyes filled with surprise, "Are you brother and sister?"

Xiao Se nodded: "Yes, she is a good sister who abandoned her brother."

The words "abandoning my brother" were emphasized.

Tang Lian asked in confusion: "Then why does Lei Wujie still call her sister?"

Xiao Se's eyes froze and he gritted his teeth.

He has time to visit that little bastard Lei Wujie, but no time to catch up with his brother.

Baby Xiao, you have really made great progress!
"That's not right, Xiao Se, my sister's brother"

Lei Wujie scratched his head and thought. In his impression, his sister did have two brothers, but he could no longer remember what they looked like.

He was sent to Leimen by his parents when he was six years old. Over the years, he only saw his parents once or twice a year, and he might not see his sister for the whole year. Only his sister could be seen four or five times a year.

I can't remember many things that happened in Apocalypse City before.

Xiao Se snorted coldly: "What do you want to say, you little bastard?"

Lei Wujie retorted: "Xiao Se, that's called (ben) goods, not (hang) goods."

Ling Xi held his forehead helplessly: Why is this silly brother's focus so unique?

"Hey, everyone, please don't forget about me."

Wuxin spoke in a faint voice and performed a Buddhist salute.

"Hey, why are you locked in a golden coffin?" Sikong Qianluo asked.

Wu Chan said: "This golden coffin is the treasure of Hanshui Temple. It can suppress the internal strength of the person lying in it."

Tang Lian: "Suppress?"

Wu Chan glanced at the expressionless Wu Xin before explaining, "My junior fellow disciple is practicing the thirty-two secret arts of the Rakshasa Hall. Master Da Jue feels that this is very dangerous, so he requested that he be escorted using a golden coffin as a suppression."

Xiao Se looked at the very young monk and said lazily, "It is said that if you learn any one of the thirty-two secret arts in the Rakshasa Hall, you can travel in the spirit. I didn't expect Wu Xin, who is so young, to have learned all of them at once."

Tang Lian: "Master Wangyou was a great Zen master in the past. Why would he allow your junior brother to learn the secret technique of the Rakshasa Hall?"

Ling Xi said dimly: "What else could it be? This monk does not have the heart of a Buddha. He cannot become a Buddha, so he can only learn the secret technique of the Rakshasa Hall to protect himself."

Regardless of their reactions, Ling Xi said to Wu Xin mercilessly: "Monk, are you out of your mind? You actually ran into that coffin? Be careful or you might end up killing yourself."